Chapter 123: Each Unleashes Their Unique Skills

“Roar!”
The fiery dragon bellowed, spewing scorching lava, yet keen observers noticed that no matter how fiercely the molten rock splattered, the jagged stones beneath its feet remained completely unscathed.

“These stones are undoubtedly no ordinary rocks; it’s no wonder they serve as steps,” many human warriors realized, sensing the extraordinary nature of these stones.

Indeed, given the terrifying heat of the Land of a Thousand Fires, ordinary stones could never withstand such relentless burning.

“Attack!”

With a fierce shout from the purple-browed youth Tianji, the air suddenly tore with the sound of rushing wind, as if a silk tapestry had been ripped apart.

A sharp, metallic clang followed, and a gleaming sword beam shot forth...

Though bedridden and gravely ill, the emperor remained well-informed about affairs beyond the palace. Despite the majority of court ministers banding together to support the regent prince, there were always those who stood apart. The historian Fan Siren was one such figure.

The secret chamber was enveloped in profound silence, with Xuanming and Shangguan Hong standing face to face. At that moment, aside from sharing the same breath of air, it seemed no other communication would pass between them.

“If my guess is right, I’ll often call you that from now on,” Ling Feng said coldly, offering a faint smile as he sat beside Ye Feng.

Just moments ago, a message had come from Shaoyang’s envoy: the coastal family had begun using their elderly patriarch to take action against Wang Xiu.

Upon hearing this second request, Badak couldn’t help but laugh. The Nagato clan had thought this through carefully. After all, his power was overwhelming; if he intervened, no one could stand in his way.

At this time, the coffin that Zhao Guodong had asked the villagers to prepare the day before arrived. Due to limited funds, the coffin was not as sturdy, but understanding their predicament, the villagers did not commission a custom one and simply brought an existing coffin over.

As August approached, the sun blazed down like a furnace, scorching the desert land. Places long untouched by human presence appeared even more desolate, with heat waves shimmering off the ground, the suffocating air thick with oppressive warmth.

“Uh... haha, it’s nothing, really. I was just about to kick, but I guess you beat me to it,” the man said sheepishly, scratching his head.

“No way, I still want to go fishing in the river with my brother,” Gouwa blinked innocently.

“Them? After splitting up and escaping, free from the Dark Emperor’s pursuit, they’re about to become kings among the African tribes,” Nightshade chuckled.

“What are you thinking about?” Mu Chonghao noticed her silence and distraction, unsure of her thoughts.

Bai Xueying’s elder brother personally escorted her to Yongle Town and arranged for servants and household affairs.

In the blink of an eye, a black-scaled giant python, over a hundred meters long, suddenly burst from the palace gates. The enormous palace crumbled beneath the serpent’s massive body, instantly reduced to ruins. A green figure silently emerged amidst the debris.

At this moment, within the unit where Mo Nanti was stationed, the sound of commands echoed from the training ground.

With the rise of new sects taking root, related ancillary industries naturally followed. Those who arrived early stood the best chance of earning their first fortune. As the saying goes, “Strike first, strike hard; hesitate, and suffer.” Within a month, many fledgling markets sprang up like bamboo shoots outside the Golden Stone Sect’s mountain gate.

Huang Zhenchun paused, puzzled, then nodded in agreement. “Yes!” After responding, he turned and left.

Zinian Li hurriedly embraced Qian Nai, gently patting her back. “Nai Nai, don’t blame yourself. I’m fine! See, I can still move!” Zinian Li moved a finger, which, though covered with a bandage, remained agile. She did this only to comfort Qian Nai and ease her guilt.

Seeing her elder brother again so suddenly startled her, especially as he questioned their mother in such a manner.

Even at Duan Mu’s most glorious moments, his earnings never exceeded three hundred million, and that was only when filming fantasy movies requiring extensive special effects and post-production.